I don't know if I know anyone (other than possibly my father, because one needs to do that) who's ever been to Lesotho.
You know me! I went to Lesotho, er, [does math] ... 12 years ago? Good lord. Anyway: Have fun, Jesse!
I think there was other stuff I wanted to comment on, but, no brain.
Lesotho-ers, come out of the closet! I want to be jealous of you.
Oh, dear. I am unprepared for these oatmeal chocolate cranberry (low gly) cookies. What are the symptoms of oatmeal poisoning?
All my good-health-for-dads vibes are going to your dad, Maria.
What are the symptoms of oatmeal poisoning?
Happiness? Pooping on the regular? Begin to look like the guy on the Quaker Oat container?
Hahaha! The surgery gods are laughing at my family this week. My nephew has to travel to Halifax for surgery to try to repair a severed tendon tomorrow, my sister (not his mom) has sinus surgery on Thursday in their town. Today my dad got a call that his long-awaited corneal transplant is going to happen Thursday in Halifax. At least my bro and family are already on the way here, so they can transport my dad. But my sister has to have someone with her after the surgery, so that's my other sister's job. And I get to be my dad's caretaker. And possibly my mom's, since she's got dementia and can't be left alone. Yikes!
Ay yai yai, Sue! Good luck with all of that.
And best of luck to your father, Maria.
It's like a game of Tetris with people, trying to figure out who's going to be where and who can do what.
Oh, thank god, the internet is back. The fucking landscapers managed to cut the cable Monday morning, because fucking Comcast didn't manage to properly bury it last time they had to fix something.